Whisht Held Well

Whisht – for a people fond of talking, we keep quiet when we want to about the things we should talk the most about…

“Hoult yer whisht”
~ keep quiet about that

A whisht held well, held for too long
So none could tell of the wrong and the wronged
Silence not alone deafened all to cries but struck dumb
A judgemental society about those on the bottom rung
By birth, by breeding, by belief
Pride took their pride, dignity, like a thief
Victims, survivers, words cannot describe
What they went through as church bells rang singing that faith here does thrive
Silent that evil moreso in the hearts it is wrought
Of the talking tongues who are silent on sins of folk of the cloth
For their keep beat to labour little more than a slave
Imprisoned for life for love, their baby in the grave
More gave birth after rape and though known his name
It was coveres up to be respectable and she got the blame
The quiet village street she through the window does see
He goes to the chapel to pray, and to prey is still free
Heavens full of angels of the Magdalene Home
Hell has cast out its demons to make way for the Men of Rome